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All I Am Is Of My Own MaKing

by Mogador

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    This album runs on catchy riffs and uplifting vocals by Luca Briccola and Richard George Allen, respectively. Also, Marco Bonetti, who plays both soprano and tenor sax, makes a guest appearance on "All I Am Is of My Own Making", which adds a jazzier taste to the end of the album.

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Tracks Listing

1.Unexpectedly, Friday (3:19)
2. Deep In Trouble Deep (4:49)
3. Panic! (6:18)
4. So Cold (2:13)
5. One Day (5:40)
6. Sweet Liberty (6:24)
7. Homely Smells Again (6:25)
8. A New Beginning (4:59)
9. All I Am Is Of My Own MaKing (5:45)
10. (Ghost track) (4:23)

Total time: 50:15

If the debut album from Mogador was somewhat ‘volcanic’ (a reference to the cover); an example of how to pull out all the stops and more, then the second album displays signs of introspection. The general direction, the personality, and the weighing up of what elements were to keep from the first album and what was to throw out, have all changed the mood. The second album is all of this. After a decidedly – and unashamedly – new prog debut album, with all the inherent hallmarks, the Como based trio has chosen to reject the formula, offering instead a much more original musical take.

Mogador have undertaken the making of a concept album. 'All I Am Is Of My own MaKing' is inspired by a true-life event that took place in a New York skyscraper. An office worker gets trapped in the confined space of a lift for several days. What are his reactions? How does he feel in that situation? Mogador put forward their ideas in the form of a narrative album, and, thanks to the strong concept, the album has more to offer than its predecessor in the variety of moods, fluidity and overall dynamism.

If in the past, comparisons could have be made between Mogador and Marillion and Glass Hammer, this time out they have moved into the more eclectic and multi-dimensional area of, say, Echolyn. The music is edgy with atmosphere and claustrophobia, as well as being rich in excitement expressed in theme and tempo changes. The opening tracks; ‘Unexpectedly, Friday’ and ‘Panic!’ perfectly transmit the initial sense of horror that gives way to the trapped man’s acceptance of his predicament. Listen also to ‘So Cold’ and the title track. As such, the album opens very much guitar led, up close and decisive, that, as the story unfolds, gives way to the introduction of other instrumental voices such as keyboards and flute.

Where Mogador really shine is in their descriptive ability; palpitations, anxiety, fear and the real sense of the character’s hopelessness. This is all present in this ‘flash-rock’ that is so lively yet at the same time delicate and refined. Listen to ‘Sweet Liberty’ and the haunting Genesis-esque ‘Homely Smells Again’.

All in all this is a strong album. It’s inspired and always engaging, without any hint of boredom. There is a whiff of a band still trying to find it’s feet, but in the end it’s a project that is pulled off with aplomb.

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released 06 December 2010
- Richard George Allen / drums, assorted percussion, vocals
- Luca Briccola / guitars, keyboards, flute, orchestration, backing vocals
- Paolo Pigni / bass, acoustic guitars, vocals

Special guest:
Marco "Plumber" Bonetti / soprano & tenor sax (9)

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Track Name: Sweet Liberty
Sweet Liberty
Lyrics by Allen/Music by Pigny

He’d all but given himself up for dead
Fevered voices circled his head
In the cold and dark he mouthed
Last goodbyes to his world
Then he broke down, started to cry

Hear the voice, it calls my name
Take me now so that all this suffering may end
As the final moments descend
There’s no choice, put out my flame
A final bow so that all my misery may end
Eternity’s lost friend

At first he thought the voices were a dream
Sounds of movement, a rescue team
With the light restored he saw his sorry state
All his torn clothes, signs of struggle all around

In a moment I was free
Sights and sounds, all the world was there to see
The answer to my plea
In a moment I could see
Simply profound, slip the bonds of tragedy
Thank you endlessly

In a moment I was free
Sights and sounds, all the world was there to see
The answer to my plea
In a moment I was free
Finally unbound, all the world was there for me
Thanking endlessly
Oh sweet, sweet liberty...
Track Name: All I Am Is Of My Own MaKing
All I Am Is Of My Own MaKing
Lyrics & Music by Pigny

There are times when you feel sad and very lonely
And the world looks grey and grim
Don't surrender face the fight
Think of Winston, he would never give in

All the pain you suffer is so excruciating
And every door you find is shut
Don't think you're the only one
Think of RAF, they never gave up
Life was never meant to be that easy and this is all

All I am is of my own maKing
All I am is what I do
All I am is of my own maKing
All I need is to be true
I have had enough, this is the final cut

Comes a time of crisis when fear rules everyday
Heavy hearts tread every street
Don't let go of your morale
Think of Londoners under the Blitz
Life was never meant to be that easy and this is all

All I am is of my own maKing
All I am is what I do
All I am is of my own maKing
All I need is to be true
I have had enough, this is the final cut

Never was so much owed by so many to so few
Few are things that are truly magic
One of them is really you
All I am is of my own maKing
All I am is what I do
This is your Victory, no it is yours...